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1: The Sledding Trip by Chance Herron

3: Dedicated to my mom and dad, for all the fun we have together

5: Have you ever zoomed down an icy, cold, slipperly slope with the wind howling past your ears? Do you know what it feels like to get smacked in the face with small pellets of hard snow? I have experienced both, and I can tell you what awesome fun it is. Last winter, Mt. Lemmon received a lot of snow. From my house, I could see the snow piled on the mountain. One morning my dad suggested that we head up the mountain and go sledding. I thought that was a tremendous idea, but we had one problem. Since we live in Tucson , where it never snows, we did not own a sled. So off we went to Big 5 to see if we could find one. When we got to the store, there were not many sleds available. We picked the coolest one that we could find and headed up to the snow for a day of fun.

6: As we took the long, winding road to the top of the mountain, we kept our eyes open for somewhere that we could get out and sled. We did not see any place to stop. I was tired of being in the car and anxious for some fun. At last, we found a store to stop at, so we asked for some sledding information. After purchasing a bag of yummy jaw breakers, we continued on our journey. A few minutes later we had finally found a place to sled. We knew it had to be a great place because there were already several families racing down the hill. I couldn't get out of the van fast enough. I wanted to be sledding down that hill! We grabbed the sled and carefully made our way across the parking lot to the top of the hill. There were ice patches that made the walk challenging but we made it there safely.

7: My dad and I plopped down on the sled. We held onto a railing to keep us from slipping down the hill unexpectedly. When we were both ready to go, we pushed off from the railing and zoomed down the ice and snow packed slope. The patches of ice caused us to spin sideways and then eventually backwards. In the middle of the ride we hit a hump of snow which sent us flying through the air and then across the ground. I got snow up my pant legs and in my mouth. My dad ended up flat on his back with snow up to his ears. We looked at each other and started laughing. The fun continued as we spent the rest of the day climbing up and charging down the slope. The climb up was exhausting, but the ride down was always refreshing. The wind and the snow hitting my face made me feel like I was soaring at a million miles an hour. It was an exciting time and

8: I didn't want the fun to end. My dad wanted to get down the mountain before it got too dark, so we left the sledding hill in the late afternoon. We were hungry, tired, and a lillte bruised, but we had a fantastic day. Even the sled came home a little worn. We had used it so many times on the hill that it was missing one of its handles. The damaged sled was a sure sign that we had an exciting and fun filled day. It was a day that I hope we can repeat again and again.